What are some of your favorite hip hop lyrics?
14.06.2025 01:39
I sell guns, my whole Clan is on the run like Natural Born Killers,
Record-breakin' the album Thriller,
Say never poetry chumps crumbs deal with graphic,
—— which songs do certain kuorans remind you of?
Picking up the pieces of a life shattered,
My brother's my partner and we're gettin' paper,
Suicidal thoughts, I think that I've become obsessed with death
Is there anything you did that you regret? If so, what is it, and why?
I put you to sleep, now you just a cousin of life
My sister's gear now has sex appeal,
Flying saucers meet the Bible's author,
So there in school, see I'm made a fool,
No smile is genuine or real,
Steal money, kidnap money, kill money,
Why singing is good for your brain, even if you are no Beyoncé - The Washington Post
Village niggas get slapped in Manhattan for rappin',
Three months later we run our own caper,
I don't trust myself, how the fuck I'm gonna trust you?
Why is my ex trying to provoke an argument with me?
My mother's nervous but she knows the deal,
So many things I never had the chance to say when she was here,
Fuck yeah, my crew down German beers,
Are you afraid of being alone?
And mad problems, worshipping gangstas and bank robbers, watching Scarface, startin’ fights at rap concerts,
Your entrepreneur, pens and gear like Shakespeare,
Why I'm so fucked up only my shrink knows
A Year Out From the World Cup, the USMNT Looks Unprepared to Defend Home Turf - The Ringer
Got access to tear gas, bombs and rocket launchers,
Little ghetto children run up on you, wanna touch you
I got beans, rice, and bread on my shelf,
If I don't love myself how the fuck I'm gonna love you?
With a dosage, you overdosed in rap,
Gorillas injected with strength for eighty midgets,
The other one don't understand me,
My family's happy, everything is new, Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do?”
“Yo, you fourteen karat gold slum computer wizard,
What are some best sources of great porn?
Me and my peeps is all trife
The wildlife that kills for ice trife like by the digits,
If it ain't
It seems that I am cursed with bad luck. How do I break such a curse?
Who designed our DNA structure?
Ecstasy react to what the cocaine and the dust do
Gangbangers that spit slang
Can you summarize season 1 of "The Acolyte"?
My sister's cute but she got no gear,
I'm like the 70's where everybody sniff coke
It's Ill Bill; my reality's my psychosis”
So here comes Rob, his gold is shimmery,
“You as an amateur, is outspoken, I'm lookin at your face you seem to be hopin that I, might stutter, stop, or just mess up, but everything's live that's why I don't dress up, Blastmaster KRS a synonym for fresh, I'm the teacher of the class, I do not pass no test, got DJ Scott LaRock by my side, not in back of me cause we make up the Boogie Down Production crew faculty”
Ganja smokin', thoughts in constant motion, my mind is ferocious
Mothership alien sorceress
I spit like Muhammad to Moses,
Et cetera, damage any lame-ass competitor,
“Two women love me, one gave birth to me, nurtured me,
Sometimes she wanna murder me, sometimes she wanna marry me,
“Exploding space shuttle, eyes on his face
Laser weapons and ecstasy
Who try to front, get broken in fast like leathers,
“Now as an outcast I was born, wasn't warned of the harm, That would come to meet me like Met Life, but yet life done sent me through a lot of ups and downs like it ain't nothin’, Like elevators but I ain't the one that's pushin' the buttons, I got off at the 13th floor, when they told me that it wasn't one, they said it skipped from 12 to 14, Still smoking, still drinking, no I'm sittin' on the Lincoln 4 A.M. thinking that in reality the world is like a ball full of playas, We trapped off in this maze, with walls made of layers”
“Money's flowin’, everything is fine, got myself a uzi and my brother a nine, business is boomin’ everything is cool, I pull about a G a week; fuck school”
Now there's steak with the beans and rice,
My concept confessed to murder in penitentiaries
Now it's time, I've got to do somethin’,
Sniffin’ so much blow you don't know if you can trust you
Paradox, paranormal paratrooper paralize you with the Luger
Got the IRS lookin’ at you, wanna fuck you
Even my freestyles could fuck up any shit that you write”
Movin objects mentally
“late night I'm on a first class flight, The only brother in sight, the flight attendant catch fright! I sit down in my seat; 2C, She approach officially talking 'bout, ‘Excuse me’, Her lips curl up into a tight space, cause she don't believe that I'm in the right place, showed her my boarding pass, and then she sorta gasped, all embarrassed; put an extra lime on my water glass, an hour later here she come by walkin’ past; ‘I hate to be a pest but my son would love your autograph'”
I made this album to reveal my inner thoughts and discuss truth,
I never knew my life mattered”
What does life mean without death?
Until we realized how to get the real money;
I hope that there's a heaven even though I know I'll prolly burn in hell
Now bust the combustion Big Bang,
It’s funny how the money make the whole world love you
I'll work it out myself, it's my problem, I'll solve it
I think that I'm about to go AWOL and lose my shit,
Reveal alien tribal culture,
The future of treachery: The Twenty-first century
Would you appreciate the sunlight without the darkness?
Go against the Ill Bill and Non Phixion will crush you, bust you, leave you with a tube in your throat to suck through
He gives me two hundred for a quick delivery,
I find myself losin’ faith in every thing and every person that I hold dear,
Dr tenenbaum, a small guy with a big nose
“Broken dreams and broken homes, we always had issues
Jesus knew, he was thugged out too,
Beretta shots splatter your goose, scatter your feathers,
“I shoot rocket launchers ridin’ on dinosaurs,
I spit for gangstas and maniacs that defy prognosis,
I'm in a bad place; who do I trust?
And I know it's fucked up, but yo I'm trying hard so get the fuck out my face
If rap was crack, fully packed, I'd be tall caps,
Soldier with the gas-mask
With one and a half pair of pants you ain't cool,
Flow like dough, Killa Beez is what I sponsor,
This is for the streets, I could give a fuck what you like
Whatever, hot hard-heads get shattered like mirrors,
If it ain't
We ain't stickin your moms then we fuckin’ your wife
My career's based on guns throwin' cats in wheelchairs,
Be the truth, not that King James version they teach in schools,
Breaking you to suicidal tendencies
I got three pairs of pants so with my brother I share,
Weed in blunts then it's dust in my pipe
Big Ghost steps off laughin', ha”
“I brought my bitch out to Pathmark, she's pushin' the cart, Headed to aisle four, damn I got milk on my Clarks, That's what I get, not focusin' from hittin' that bark, My mouth dry, need plenty water quick, I feel like a shark, In the aisle bustin' them paper towels and wipin' my Wallies down, I stood up to face a barrel, he's holdin' a shiny pound, It's him, he want revenge, I murdered his Uncle Tim, I sold him a bag of dope, his wife came and copped again, That bitch is crazy and uh, she brought her baby, She knew I had the murders a smack, It killed her man though, now I got his fuckin' nephew grippin' his gat, You's a bitch, you better kill me, you know you're booty, You pulled your toolie out on me, motherfucker, First thought was to snatch the ratchet, Said fuck it and fuckin' grabbed it, I ducked, he bucked twice, this nigga was fuckin laughin', I wrestled him to the ground, tussled, scuffled, constantly kicked him, He wouldn't let go the joint, so I fuckin' bit him, Shots was whizzin' hittin' Clorex bottles, Customers screamin', then the faggot ran out of hollows, I had to show him what it's all about, Next day we readin’ the paper: A man who came to kill gets knocked out”
“The very next day while I'm off to class,
a bugged out dude, a loose cannon,
I'll see you when I get there,
Slit throats, spit quotes, expensive like mink coats
In my future we use Magnums, bombs and explosions
I look for work I get dissed like a jerk,
Dead astronauts, pyramids
But there's no dollars for nothin else,
The thugs love us, rap for the gunslingers and drug hustlers”
Jealous cats hate you, dime bitches want you
High explosives, my posters hypnotize with hypnosis,
I do odd jobs and come home like a slob,
Genetic functions; were we made in a laboratory or God’s construction?
Know your enemies
Everyday I see my mother strugglin',
Flew my family overseas, I'm maxin',
Slugs in my gun then it's blood on my knife
Let my peeps in, n*ggas gaspin', swallowin' aspirins,
I seen it all in my short life
My moms go to work cold bustin' her ass,
Tappin' inside my rap vein causes blizzards,
would I appreciate my grandmother raising me if she had never passed away?
We truck jewels, these dust brothers fuck mothers
As reality slips away I'm startin to lose my grip,
I pray that my sanity grab me, and ground me,
I do it once, I do it twice,
- I live there, it couldn't get much worse I guess,
Non Phixion, drug-music, make you jump in a fight
Taxin' kingpin of the rap drug traffickin',
“…Sammy eagerly rode up on him, toxic off the turkey with the joint on him, Flower look his man stood up before him, The bitches hit the table, Jakeem stripped off his cables, Shots went off, Sam'd get a chance to make his debut, Flower grabbed Tiff his man with the sideburns, hat fell off, We noticed wig worms, he hid behind Rich, C-Allah hit the light switch, young girls were trampled in the men's room, Pool pistol whipped Mase and broke the handle, Desperate- crawlin to the door on all fours, Sham kicked the jukebox the theme song rode in was "It's Yours", Oh my goodness, Waz grabbed the Mo bottle thrashin’, He layin like a gay model shoutin’ out Sebastian, He smiled with his teeth missin, beggin’ for mercy ‘No more god, there’s 68 thousand down at pier three’, Out came the cannon, whistled out zaggin', Sham snatched his flag four big rocks enter the dragon, It's over, another story told, Lyin’ with the snakes, tongue kissin’ cobras, Yo let me tell you how the game go, We gettin rid of all the prostitutes, Tony want the streets back for sure! Too many hustlers, too many thieves, We're fuckin’ up who's willing to fight and teach the seeds? Too much TV, guns and robberies, Lust and greed and hate the four devils- jealousy”
When I fuck I grab hair, collect drawers as souvenirs,
The Earth spins ruins, rap exotic blends,